Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
New Order,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.